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I knew a frog,
His name was Fred.
All he ever did was sit on a log.
He didn't even sleep in a bed.

There was a toad,
Her name was Marie.
She always carried quite a load,
And watched a tree while sipping tea.

Fred and Marie met one day,
He liked her and she liked him,
But neither had anything to say.
So they left by the time it got dim.

They saw each other daily,
But neither admitted their true feelings.
They spoke to each other gaily*.
Not stupid flirtation, but real things.

Fred was captured and went to the zoo.
And all the while,
Marie was blue.
Even the flies she ate tasted like bile.

When Fred came back,
He wasn't the same.
There was a lack.
His heart and love were gone, along with his shame.

Fred made an arrogant friend,
His name was Ted; he hated Marie,
The love between Fred and Marie had met its end.
There was no longer any harmony.

He wished her dead,
And didn't complain,
When on her head,
A bruise had been lain.

The very next day,
She drowned her self without any gore.
This is why I say,
Be careful for what you wish for.

He regretted what he'd done,
But nobody cared.
Fred no longer sees the sun,
He wants back the love that they shared.


*happy;not homosexual-even though there's nothing wrong with that.